Zeref stared down at the engraved stone. All around him, he saw her; her smile as she laughed. Her high-pitched voice as she came up with another plan. Her hair frizzing around her face in the rain.
The letters that he touched were neat, the deep lines carved with love and precision and smoothed out by age. His finger ran over the enscription Dreyar chose for his love.
This was the first time he had visited Mavis after he gave her to Precht all those years ago. The first time he visited her grave.
The grave he knew was empty.
I saw grave in engrave and just started writing. It was 70 words in before I realised the word was engrave.
Sayonara.